Otherness Quotes
Otherness Quote of the day
Bring something incomprehensible into the world!
She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.
It is the low drive for sameness and the hatred of otherness that characterizes all forms of leftism, which inevitably are totalitarian.
Any ideas of “other” are complicated, and otherness is relative to personal ideas of “normal.”
God's love, and hence the love with which we come to love God, is eros and agape at once: a desire for the other that delights in the distance of otherness.
I think that is something that I always like in my work - the sense of inclusion rather than the sense of otherness.
Humans are tuned for relationship. The eyes, the skin, the tongue, ears, and nostrils-all are gates where our body receives the nourishment of otherness.
When each thing is unique in itself, there can be no comparison made.... There is only this strange recognition of present otherness.
Through itself the soul arrives at all harmony that is perceptible in otherness-just as through what is internal the soul arrives at what is external.
Otherness is a big thing for me. I'm always drawn to characters that live lives that I couldn't lead.
The shadow escapes from the body like an animal we had been sheltering.
Black and white is much closer to the condition of dreaming. It links you to the subconscious and I think that was part of the great appeal of movies originally.. this strange otherness.
I think there's an interesting line drawn towards extreme environments, and the way I define extreme is through a sense of otherness. Or foreignness.
I feel that what you should illustrate is the space between the words. It's the betweenness, the otherness, that gives depth and dimension.
To love is to recognize yourself in another. The others "otherness" then stands revealed as an illusion pertaining to the purely human realm, the realm of form.
To become a true global citizen, one must abandon all notions of otherness and instead embrace togetherness.
He wanted to limit me to his own investigation of who I was . . .
Choosing to accept yourself is a political act. An act of liberation.
When I think of what I already lived through it seems to me I was shedding my bodies along the paths.
I carry out sun rituals on the slopes of high mountains. But I am also taboo for myself, untouchable because forbidden.
When words remain unspoken and emotions are left unexpressed, just a glint in the eyes from otherness can inflame the mind and rouse a shower of empathy. ("Only needed a light ")